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Editorials

Why the Pilgrims Came to America
Teddy ; the Autobiography of a Cat
A Saturday at Wheaton
Pranks of a Boy ....

Signs

Boston Bag and the Mouse .

Song of the Raglan ....
Seasonable Suggestions .

Notes About School .

Rhymes

Exchange Notes

CANTON HIGH SCHOOL
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THE PENDULUM

Is published monthly in the interest of the
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Editorial Staff:

Editor-in-Chief,

Associate Editors,

Business Manager,
Assistant Manager,

Vivian A. Nickerson
fM. Etta Ross, ’02
J Nellie E. O’Leary, ’03
J James R. Wild, Jr., ’03
L Waldo Lentell, ’05

Sally M. Sumner
Justin E. Dunbar

EDITORIALS.

Guilty !

The Pexdulum, it seems, has very grave
charges to answer. On all sides complaints
and re})i’oaches are heard. It has done
those things which it should not have
done, and has left undone all those numer-
ous things which it should have done.

The other day the poor, much-abused
Pendulum had a Sympathetic Listener, to
whom it told a sad story, which, if the
listener interpreted the tic-tacs correctly,
went something like this :

“One afternoon, it was the day after my
December number came out, a young lady
burst suddenly into my presence and
reproachfully cried, “Oh, how could you
overlook that awful mistake ? The idea
of allowing M laid down’ to be printed in
that story,” and the young lady wmxed
indignant. “People will think w^e don’t
know any better. And ^Esori and a surly
crat and a raruhling train ; it was dread-
ful ! ” “ Of course,” ticked The Pendulum
slowly, “ this was very distressing, but I

said that I was very sorry about it, and
that I would take all the blame because I
had over-looked it when I read the proof-
sheet over, as I was behind time. This
didn’t seem to satisfy her at all. She
continued angrily, ‘And after all that talk
you put in about grammar and correct
speaking. Didn’t you ever hear that peo-
ple in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones?’
I felt badly, but didn’t offer any explana-
tions, (you know I do live in a glass house)
so the young lady departed with a dis-
gusted look.

The Pendulum ticked more slowly and
reminiscently. The Sympathetic Listener
ventured to remark, “Was that all?”
“ Oh, no,” he went on with a cracked sigh.
“Just as that authoress flounced out, in
came a pert little miss and perched her-
self on a desk before me. ‘Well,’ she
said, ‘you’re a 'pretty paper.’ ‘Yes ?’ I
began. ‘Yes,’ she continued. ‘A Christ-
mas number without a single Christmas
story, without a single mention of Christ-
mas, and not even wishing your readers a
merry Christmas ! Yes, you’re a pretty
paper ! ’ And out she went.”

The Pendulum ticked louder and burst
out, “ Oh, but I was mad ! Do you know
I had half a mind to go on a strike, and I
would have, too, if it hadn’t been for one
thing.” The Sympathetic Listener politely
asked, “What’s that?” “Oh,” sighed
The Pendulum, “ it was only twenty min-
utes of three, so of course I couldn’t
strike.” Then he htstily added, “You
know, of course, I never do strike. I’m
peaceful and meek as a rule, but, oh dear,
it’s very hard indeed for one pair of hands
to do it all.” The ticks came slowly and
mournfully. “I supfiose I ought to make
amends somehow, but I don’t know what
I can do except to apologize very humbly
and promise not to do it again. And if I
didn’t wish all my readers a merry Christ-

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mas, at least, although it’s a little late ” —
the ticks grew cheerful — “ I’ll begin by
wishing them all a Happy New Year.”

■jt

Apropos of speaking good English, here
are some things that a little book on the
subject says to remember :

liememher not to omit unaccented sylla-
bles in such words as history (histry), arith-
metic (rithmtic), boisterous (boistrous),
interest (intrest), valuable (valuble), vic-
tory (victry).

lieimmJter not to say iint for ent in snch
words as government,, moment, prudent,
monument.

liememher not to say id for ed in such
words as delighted, excited, united.

liememher not to say in for ing in such
words as singing, reading, writing.

liememher not to say iss for ess in such
words as goodness, careless, hostess, em-
press.

liememher not to say unee for ence in
such words as sentence, patience, experi-
ence.

Why can’t The Pendulum help along
the cause as suggested in last month’s is-
sue ? If you would all take an interest in
the matter and offer suggestions that you
think nuglit help, how much good it might
do ! Not only High School scliolars, but
all other readers of the paper are invited
to contribute sucli articles and remarks as
will impress upon us the importance of
giving heed unto our speech.

A very interesting letter has been re-
ceived from Alston D. Morse of the class
of ’98, now in Ellis, Idaho, acknowledging
the receipt of The Pendulum. He says :

“ I cannot say too much for it, nor praise
the fellows and girls too much either.”
Speaking of “Our First Month in Mon-
tana,” he says : “ I think I must be even

farther from civilization than ‘ S. P. L.,
’Od,’ who speaks of Montana in the paper.
1 am eighty miles from the nearest rail-
road and twenty-one miles from the nearest
town, and have been a week at a time
when 1 haven’t seen a }>erson.”

Why the Pilgrims Came to America*

The sailing of the Mayflower from Ply-
mouth to New England, in 1620, was one
of those epoch-making events in history,
which are at once the fruit of the past and
the seed of the future. The hundred
exiles, who in simple heroic fashion crossed
the Atlantic in their little barque of a
hundred and eighty tons, while merely
aiming at freedom of worship for them-
selves and their children, w^ere really
bringing to issue the long and resolute
struggle of centuries. We can see now
that they were almost unconsciously point-
ing the way to a broader, freer life for the
English-speaking })eople on both sides of
the sea. For the time in which they lived
was a time of transition. In the Tudor
days, only recently ended, England had
been under the personal government of
monarchs who, though not uninfluenced
by the o|)inion of their people, were yet
practically absolute and irresponsible.
Other forces, however, were now coming
into play, and the nation was to make its
way to a fuller life as a community of free,
self-governing men. This transition from
mediaeval to modern life was brought
about by the combined action of religious
enthusiasm with the spirit of personal in-
dependence.

The modern movement of government
was the oftspring of the Eeformation. For
the two principles by which the power
of Pome was assailed were, free inquiry as
opposed to the absolute authority of the
church, and the universal priesthood of
all believing men as opposed to that of a
clerical caste of priests. When these two
principles came to be applied, they proved
to be farther reaching than even their own
advocates realized at first. The principle
of free inqniiy turned out to mean more
than the mere right of the laity to read
the Pible for themselves ; it meant the
right of free and independent search in
every department of human thought and
life ; and the universal priesthood of be-
lievers signifying, as it did, the power of

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the people in the government of the
church, carried with it also, the principle
of the sovereignty of the people in the
government of the state.

In England, democracy came into con-
flict with the aristocratic forces of the
time, and was for a long time defeated in
its struggle against ancient laws and insti-
tutions ; but carried across the Atlantic by
the Pilgrim Fathers, it here found fresh
soil in which to spread its roots freely,
and grew vigorously. American self-gov-
ernment was not suddenly born of the
Declaration of Independence. For a cen-
tury and a half the ideas and political
habits from which its strength was drawn
had been gradually developed. It really
sprang from the organization which the
Pilgrim Fathers gave to the first colony,
an organization which determined the
shape and character of the state constitu-
tions which followed.

Steady and stifling as had been the
pressure of the priestly system of Rome,
it had never quite succeeded in crushing
out all aspirations for liberty, or all stren-
uous endeavor toward a purer faith.
Again and again there were those who
freed themselves from ecclesiastical bond-
age, and set forth in search of the true
fountains of life. It is as a continuation
of this honored succession, that the Pil-
grim Fathers of New England take tlieir
rightful place.

The earliest pioneers of independent
thought with whom we meet in England
are thirty weavers in the diocese of Wor-
cester, who were summoned before the
council of Oxford as far back as A.D. 1165.
When these people were under examina-
tion, they answered that they were Chris-
tians, and reverenced the teachings of the
Apostles. They were, however, con-
demned, scourged, and branded as heretics,
and then driven out of the city. Henry
II at the Assize of Clarendon forbade any
one to receive any of the sect of the
renegades who had been excommunicated
at Oxford; he also caused an oath to be

taken by all the sheriffs that they would
see to the execution of these commands,
and that all his officers and barons, to-
gether with all the knights and free-
holders, should be sw^orn to the same
effect. It thus appears that the opinions
of these people were not confined to the
diocese of Worcester, but were widely
sympathized with elsewhere throughout
the kingdom.

For the next century and a half the
seed grew secretly and silently, until in the
fourteenth century w^e find much of our
literature confined to the subject of relig-
ious freedom, and even Chaucer’s voice
was one of freedom and of hostility to the
priestly system of the church.

But if to any one man more than an-
other we may trace the origin of the
Free Church influences most potent in our
modern life, that one man was JohnWick-
liff. He and his followers were the first
to carry out a definitely organized move-
ment in the way of ecclesiastical reform.
He believed that the official clergy alone
are not the church; that the temple of
God is the congregation of just men for
whom Jesus shed His blood. Wickliff
was put to death in 1384 as a heretic, and
between that time and 1466 more than a
hundred and twenty persons were burned
in England for heresy.

For a long time before the Reformation
many private gatherings were secretly
held by the Free-worshippers, as they
called themselves, and even after the
Reformation had come in, being but a
halting measure, it did not put an end to
separate gatherings. In the reactionary
days of Queen Mary, which came in 1553,
the Separatists, as they were called, appear
to have increased rapidly in numbers and
influence.

The churches of England as a whole
were in a pitiable state. In the reign of
Edward VI, many of the nobility had come
into possession of monastic lands with
the understanding that they should con-
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monks who were dispossessed. In order
to rid themselves of this liability and get
these men off their hands, they presented
them with the livings they happened to
have in their gift, and, in this way, men
were introduced to the sacred office who
were ignorant and altogether unfit for the
discharge of its duties. These monks, thus
suddenly called upon to fill positions to
which they were not accustomed, did not
preach simply because they could not. It
came about in this way that in many par-
ishes there were churches where there had
not been a sermon for years. Some
churches had neither parson, vicar, nor
curate. There were places where men had
preached in Queen Mary’s days, but who
did not and would not preach in Eliza-
beth’s time, and yet had kept their livings.
It was in days like these, that the early
Congregationalists raised their testimony
on behalf of what they held to be a more
scriptural faith and policy than prevailed
in the National Church. They were di-
vided into three groups, each group being
determined by the localities in which they
carried on their operations. Thus we
have those in Eastern England, those in
l.ondon, and finally those in the churches
at Scroobey and Gainsborough, from whom
the Pilgrim Fathers originall}^ came.

AVhen the Pilgrim Fathers of New Eng-
land founded Plymouth Colony, they did
so as a federal boeU bound together by a
solemn, social com[)act, and not as sepa-
rate emigrants drawn by mere accident to
the same settlement. This special charac-
ter of the colony, which had important
})olitical results in after time, may be ex-
plained by the fact that its founders had
been in fellowship in the same Christian
community in the Old World just before
they became colonists in the New. The
Covenant of Citizenship, signed onboard
the Mayflower, in 1G20, really had its
origin in that “Covenant of the Lord,”
which “'as the Lord’s free people” the
members of the church solemnly made at
Scroobey.

The Church, thus founded by covenant,
began in a scattered rural district, remote
from the great centers of population.
AVhat is also remarkable, is that this
church flourished in a region where a gen-
eration or two before the people had risen
in revolt against Protestantism and in
j favor of retaining Roman Catholicism as
I the religion of the National Church. It was
I only by hard work and untiring effort that
1 the preachers had produced such enduring
j results. The four most prominent leaders
! of the Pilgrims were Win. Brewster, John
j Robinson, Rich’d Clifton and John Smyth.

! Richard Clifton was the rector of Bab-
I worth, a town near Scroobey, and was a
I grave and reverend preacher, who by his
I pains and diligence did much good work.
He was among those who was exiled to
Holland, and there is a touch of filial affec-
tion in the manner in which William
i Bradford speaks of him. He says: “He

was a grave and fatherly old man when he
first came into Holland, having a great
white beard; and pity it is that such a
reverend old man should be forced to
leave his country and, at those years, to go
into exile. But it was his lot, and he
bore it patiently. Much good had he
done in the country where he lived, having
converted many to God by his faithful
and painful ministry, both in preaching
and catechizing.”

The Puritan feeling, thus fostered by
many of the clergy themselves, took actual
shape in the formation of a Separatist
community, first of all in the town of
Gainsborough in the year 1602. The })as-
tor of this church was John Smyth. He
was an eminent man and of fervent soul,
following the truth wherever it seemed to
lead him, but somewliat extreme and un-
stable. When driven from Gainsborough
into exile, Smyth practised as a physician
in Amsterdam, usually, however, taking
nothing from the poorer people. He was
a kind-hearted man ; and was well-beloved
of most men, and hated by none except a
few of the English nation.

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John Robinson began life as a Christian
minister somewhere in the county of Nor-
folk, but, from the first, he had trouble
with the vestments and ceremonies in-
sisted upon in the church. Troubles led
to suspension of clerical functions, and
suspension to separation, and Robinson
became pastor of a Congregational church
in Norwich. As both Robinson and many
in his congregation were harassed by fines
and imprisonment, he eventually found it
necessary to seek asylum and service else-
where.

Thus remorselessly hunted down by the
legal representatives of Christ’s gospel of
love, and seeing how little hope there was
of peaceable living in their own land, the
brethren at last, by joint consent, resolved
to cross the sea to Holland, where they
heard there was freedom of religion
for all men. Others had preceded them-
The persecuted brethren in London and
their former neighbors and fellow wor-
shippers at Gainsborough had already
found peaceable settlement at Amsterdam,
and the number of exiles for conscience
sake was continually being increased by
arriv^als from most of the counties of Eng-
land. In the autumn of 1607, they there-
fore resolved to go over into the Low
Countries as best they could. They felt
the decision to be fateful and momentous.
It was thought inarvelous by many
that they should leave their native soil
and country, their lands and livings, and
all their friends and familiar acquain-
tances, to go into a country they only
knew by hearsay, where they would have
to learn a new language and get their liv-
ing they knew not how, and that, too, in a
land too often desolated by war; this was
by many, thought an adventure almost
desperate and a misery worse than death.
The necessity was all the harder, inasmuch
as they had only been accustomed to a
plain country life and the simple occupa-
tion of husbandry, and uere entirely un-
aequainted with such trade and traffic as
tliat by which the land to which they were

going mainly subsisted. But though these
things troubled them, they did not dismay
them, for their desires were set on the
ways of God and the enjoyment of His
ordinances. They therefore rested on His
providence, and knew whom they had be-
lieved.

A. M. F., ’02.

Teddy*

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A CAT.

I am now about ten years old, a large
tiger cat weighing fifteen and a half
pounds, and praised by every one wlio
sees me for my beauty. My mother was
also a tiger cat, and was named “ Beauty.”
I resemble her, but I am told I am much
handsomer.

About the first thing I remember is a
very dark place, which I afterwards
learned was the cellar, and here my
mother, brother, sister and I lived for
some time. My sister was the smallest of
us all. She looked very much like my
mother. She was timid and cried a great
deal, because of which she was called by
my mistress. Baby or Tot. Tom, my
brother, was black and white and not very
pretty. My name is Teddy, after a friend
of mine, not after the President, as one
might think. We were often called the
three T’s.

Sometimes we were taken up stairs to
be shown to my mistress’s friends. One
day my mother became ambitious, and
coaxed us to climb the cellar stairs. My
brother and sister became discouraged,
but I persevered and succeeded, and it
was from this act that I gained the good
home which I have, for when I reached
the door my mistress met me and, instead
of scolding, she praised me, saying I was
the smartest of them all and should remain
with them.

Tom was given away, but he was unfor-
tunate and died when quite young. Tot
won a good home, and was much loved.
After they left, my mother died, but I was
not lonely as a large maltese cat named

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Bobby Bright, who was the pet of the
family before I came, took me under his
protection. In Spite of his protection, I
managed to get into trouble occasionally,
as youngsters will. I was always very in-
quisitive, and got into sticky fly-paper a
number of times. Then when older, one |
night, seeing in the distance what seemed |
to be one of my feline acquaintances, I en- |
countered “Sir Mephitis” on one of his I
nightly maraudings, and found too late
that “ appearances are deceitful.’' When ;
I reached home, they would not allow me i
in the house, and I had to stay in the cel- :
lar all night. The next day they rubbed i
kerosene oil on me, for the milkman told ;
them that would destroy the odor. Oh,
how it burned ! I lost all the fur on one
side and was a frightful looking object for
some time, but I will add here that al-
though the operation was very painful,
the kerosene proved a good hair restorer,
for now 1 have a most luxuriant coit.

Well, Bobby and I lived together (piite
happily until the advent of a yellow kitten
named Brownie. To tell the truth, he
was a smart kitten and won our secret ad-
miration, and at last we were able to en-
dure him. However, one day he died, and I
I must say we felt much more contented, j
Our satisfaction was not to last, it seemed, j
Two more yellow kittens came to keep us j
company, “Dandelion and Daffodil,” called
“Dandy” and “Daffy.” They died mys-
teriously.

I’oor Hobby now became “ rheumaticky.” j
What could you expect ? He was getting |
quite old, being nearly seventeen. To put |
an end to his miseries, it was thought best |
to kill him, and so I was left alone. But j
not for long, alas ! INIore yellow kittens |
came ; one called Pinky for his pink nose, j
the other Goldy for his bright color. -
Strange to say, they did not live long ;
either, and (would you believe it ?) I was
accused of knowing the cause of their '
deaths. I will not say whether I am '
guilt}^ or not. Hut I know I taught them
to catch moles.

Time now passed pleasantly and quickly.

I recall only one event of unusual import-
ance— I had my picture taken. One sunny
day they placed me on a gaily decorated
box, and told me to look at some sort of a
machine that was put in front of me. But
I was frisky and would not remain quiet
until one of the young ladies of the family
suggested catnip, which had such a sooth-
ing effect on me that I contentedly assumed
the desired position, and when told by the
photographer to look pleasant, assumed a
most agreeable expression. In a second,
the dreaded ordeal was over.

For about two years I have enjoyed
being monarch of the house, but now my
peace is again disturbed by the advent of
the sixth 3'ellow kitten. I do not know
whether I shall be driven early to my
grave by his pranks or live to a good ohl
age. If he would only come to a myste-
rious end like the others ! I’erhaps he
will. What I don’t understand is why my
folks want yellow kittens when they have
a great handsome tiger like me.

U. P. 0., ’03.

A Saturday at Wheaton*

“ How do we pass our time at boarding
school ?” you ask. Well, this is how one
day goes.

In the morning at seven o’clock, we are
awakened by the ringingof a huge electric
gong which echoes and re-echoes through
the long corridors. We rise in all haste
and after a plunge into a cold bath, make
our toilets for breakfast.

At twenty-five minutes past seven a
warning bell is rung, and then at half past
we hasten down stairs to the dining-room,
greeting every one on the way.

On entering the dining room, each girl
silently takes her place behind her chair,
but remains standing until the Principal
has said grace; then all begin breakfast.
Xotliing is gained by hurrying for even
‘ those who have finished their breakfast
i have to wait patiently for the “ table-
I teacher ” to finish liers, when all the girls,

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who sit at her table, are dismissed
together.

We immediatel}" scramble off up stairs
to make our beds and put our rooms in
order ; and then, if there is time, we take
a short walk down “ Apple Tree Row ”
before school at half past eight.

When we hear the great bell on Chapin
Hall begin to toll, we hurry in for the
morning “devotions.” After “devotions”
we search anxiously for our “ corridor-
teacher,” hoping to receive a letter from
home, as this is the time for distributing
mail. Then each goes to her respective
recitation room, and the lessons for the
day are begun.

At ({uarter past twelve, just as the
})angs of hunger are beginning to lie felt,
the lunch bell rings, and books are packed
in haste. One is always glad when Satur-
day noon comes, for on that day there are
baked beans and brown bread, with (very
sour) plum preserves for dessert.

After lunch, we prepare for an afternoon
drive or other amusement, unless one be-
longs to a basket-ball team, in which case
one is notified by her captain to be on the
held at a certain time. Then one must hast-
ily array herself in a sweater and bloomers,
and rusli oft to the held for practice. One
plays basket-ball until, as sometimes hap-
l)ens, one becomes so disabled that it be-
comes impossible to play any more. Then
one is carried to one’s room and carefully
attended to by her “corridor-teacher;”
being plastered and bandaged as she may
deem necessary and directed to remain in
bed until one feels better. After all this
attention it seems rather wicked to scram-
ble across the tin roohng to some friend’s
room (againt the rules, you know), where
one whiles the time away making cocoa or
fudge, or feasting upon the delicacies
brought to light from some “box from
home.”

At four o’clock, we must begin to dress
for school at half past. One is horrihed
upon entering the Algebra room, to hnd
that the class has already begun to recite.

but one apologizes and proceeds to make
up for lost time.

At half past hve, school closes and a
half hour is given to dress for the evening
lecture. Then comes dinner, with ice
cream for dessert.

Dinner having been hastily eaten, there
is a grand rush for the Gymnasium, where
we dance until the lecturer arrives.

For the rest of the evening we are lec-
tured to until nearly every one falls asleep.
At a ciuarter of ten an electric gong
obliges the lecturer to release his victims,
for at ten o’clock all lights must be out
and everyone in bed. As one does not feel
much like attending the usual “spread”
oil Saturday night, one gladly creeps into
bed, thankful that the next day is Sunday.

E. D. H., ’or>.

Pranks of a Boy.

It was a cold blustering evening in De-
cember, and the snow whirled and danced
in the air. Had you been in the village

store in the town of S , you would have

seen a group of men assembled around the
stove. In the best seat was an old, gray-
haired man, with ruddy cheeks and bright
eyes. His countenance indicated a frank,
honest nature, and a generous heart. He
was called Uncle Jerry by the people of
the village and was a favorite with all.
He seldom missed an evening at the vil-
lage store, where he sat and told stories
about his boyhood days until nine o’clock.
The other men sat around him on barrels,
boxes, and the counter, talking, laugliing,
and leisurely puffing rings of smoke toward
the ceiling. So he began this evening :

“ I spent most of my life in the countiy
and went to a small district school with
but one room. In the middle of the room
was a large wood stove. Half of the time
it was hot enough to roast you and the
other half cold enough to freeze you.
There were five or six of us boys who
went together. I’erhaps we weren’t the
best of boys at all times but we weren’t
such a b.id gang, after all.

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“ Once we filled a brass tube with gun-
powder, and put it in the stove. We
waited a while and, hearing nothing,
thought it had gone off with a very slight
explosion, when suddenly it exploded with
a bang and blew the stove lifter three or
four feet into the air. Well, that scared
us just a little, but lucky for us, the
teacher didn’t tell the superintendent, and
you can guess that we didn’t put any more
powder in the stove.

‘‘ Another time, three of us boys were
at a pit in which two men were digging
gravel for the roads. One was a foolish
fellow and we were always trying to
plague him. This day we took a rope and
tied a sod to it ; then we lowered it down
from the top of the pit. All we intended
to do was to catch his pick ; but just as
his pick hit it, he looked up. The sod
broke, and filled his eyes and mouth with
dirt. He began to sputter and rub his
eyes. Well, we started to run and he
after us. We thought we could run pretty
fast, but he could run faster.. One of the
boys hid nearby behind a log, but the
other boy and 1 ran for the woods. Fi-
nally we separated and I ran for an old
spring house, with the man after me ; then
changing my mind, I headed for home. I
was young and spry and found no trouble
in getting through a barbed wire fence,
but he got caught by the trousers. Yet, by
the time I reached home, he was hardly
twenty feet behind me, and 1 was ready to
drop.”

“ As I am in the business, I’ll tell you
another scrape I was in, which concerned
only my chum and myself. There was a
pond back of his house and on it he had a
small boat. One day early in the spring
— the ice had hardly disappeared — we had
been out all the forenoon in the boat. We
landed just as the whistle was blowing for
twelve o’clock, so we thought we would
have time for just one more row. We
pushed off and jumped in, but we didn’t
have our row. The boat capsized, and we
were in the water up to our hips. We

went home soaking wet, but none the worse
for our bath; probably it was just what
we needed.”

As he finished this story Uncle Jerry
knocked the ashes from his pipe, buttoned
up his coat, pulled his hat over his ears,
and with a cheerful “ Good night, boys,”
left his warm corner by the stove and set
out for home.

W. L., ’05.

Signs.

Do you believe in “ signs ?” I think,
though few of us are willing to admit it,
most of us do to some extent.

If you start anything on Friday, some
one is sure to say, “ You will never get
that finished,” and, if you were in my place,
you would be tempted to believe it true,
for my mother started to make something
for me one Friday, about six months ago,
and it is not finished yet.

]f you walk under a ladder, some say it
is bad luck. It certaiidy is if the painter
happens to drop his brush just at that mo-
ment.

It means bad luck to stub your left toe,
good luck to stub your right. Dut what
if in stubbing 3 our right toe you should
get a fall, or with your left strike a piece
of money ?

You hear it said that if a dog howls it
s a sign of death. So it may be. Listen
to this little story. Said a dog one day to
his companion, “ Let’s howl under this old
man’s window. He believes it is a sign of
death.” Well, he howled, and the old
man” shot him. His companion said,
“Poor boy, the sign proved true that time.”

Most of us dread the number thirteen.
A lady in Canton who used to live at No.
13 W — ^ Street, met with several serious
accidents, so serious, in fact, that she was
fortunate to escape with her life. One
day a friend advised her to remove the
number thirteen from her door, which she
did, and nothing has happened to her
since. The fated train wrecked at Seneca,
Michigan, was number thirteen. “ fhist a

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coincidence ? Perhaps. But there are
just as many people who believe thirteen
brings good luck.

I’ve heard it said that a certain article
of dress worn by a teacher indicates bad
humor. I can’t say how true this is, in
fact, I would not dare if I could, but I
will say that when certain teachers are
particularly cross, it is a sure sign tliat
they have been out the night before.

We all like to say we don’t believe in
signs, but when we see a pin, don’t most
of us stoop to pick it up, with the secret
thought, All the day you’ll have good
luck?” I

S. P. L., ’05. !

The Boston Bag and the Mottse* !

I know two ladies who, in travelling, j
never fail to include in their outfit a little 1

Boston bag.” Do you know why ? j
Here is the story :

The day had been rainy and cold, and
now at nightfall a thick mist was settling
down over the White Mountains, the Pro-
tile House, the lake, and the Old Man —
who for ages had looked at his image in
the clear water at his feet — wrapping
them all in a white blanket. The hotel
was brilliantly lighted, and strains of gay
music floated out into the night.

Soon the gaiety was hushed, and quiet
reigned over the house and its guests —
over most of its guests, not all, for in one
room trouble was brewing. The two occu-
pants had heard a noise in one corner.
They held their breath and listened. An-
other noise ! Then occupant No. 1 jumped
on to a chair in fear and trembling. “ It’s j
a mouse, it’s a mouse ; I know it is ! ” she
shrieked, ‘‘ and I won’t get down till you
catch it.”

A search immediately began. Under-
chairs and into dark corners No. 2 was
obliged to look, but no mouse could she
see. Suddenly No. 1, the timid one, saw
something run across the room. There
was the mouse, surely. But how could
they catch him ?

They waited in suspense, praying for
some miracle to deliver them. After a
while they heard a gnawing in the direc-
tion of a bag that lay upon the floor,
partly closed, having in it a few hard
water crackers.

No. 2, the one with the greater supply
of courage, crept softly, up, quickly sliut
the bag tight — and mouse was caught.
Then with the bag in readiness, they
opened tlie window, and, emptying the
mouse out on the piazza roof below, closed
it again, with sighs of relief, shuddering
to think what might have happened if it
had not been for that Boston bag !

C. H. D., ’05.

The Songf of the Ragflan.

’Twas a blust’ring winter’s day
When a young wife went away

From a husband whom she’d asked for cash
in vain ;

On the table lay a note —

E. J. H.,-’05.

- Seasonable Sugfgfestions,

VI. “If you would have a faithful ser-
vant, and one whom you like, serve your-
self.”

In other words, if you don’t approve of
some of the stories in The Pendulum,
and if you think, as some do, that they are
“slow,” why not try and write something
for the paper yourself? Surely witli
your own work you can at least be satis-
fied.

But remember, as Poor Richard says,
“ Many words won’t fill a bushel ” — or a
paper, either — that is, the sort of paper we
want The I’endulum to be.

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Rhymes*

O’s for O y,

Who is never weary

From studying lessons too hard.

For she learns them with ease
And finds many Cs,

When she glances at her report card.

D is for D r,

No doubt in his slumber
He’s as good as a boy can be.

But when he’s awake,

Every rule he does break,

So he isuH an angel, you see.

What a good time the Freshmen do
have ! According to them, or at least to
quite a number who sit down front,
everything is a huge joke.

Who will volunteer to wake up the class
of ’04. Why don’t they contribute to The
Pendulum '■

Teacher (in geology) — “And what is
peculiar about fishes ? ”

Pupil — “They breathe through tlieir
fins.”

H is for H 1,

Who, if you but knew it.

Went way off to Westport last June.
She had there great times
Singing nursery rhymes.

Drinking liniment, too, from a spoon.

R is for R 1,

Who knows a great deal

More than anyone else in lier class.

If you want information
Just have conversation

With her; she’s such a smart lass.

S is for S d,

\\'ho has never been ordered
To “Stop whispering, if you please.'’
For he never is bad.

If he were ’twould be sad.

In deportment he always get C’s.

“ In studying English history
I never can see why.

After so many, many reigns.

It still should be so dry."

IN SPIRITS.

Pupil, translating, comes to words “en
esprit,” and stops.

Teacher (encouragingly) — “ Almost the
same words in English.”

Pupil — “ On a spree.”

What’s the matter with the Boys’ Bas-
ket Ball Team ? They don’t seem to be
very enthusiastic about going to practice
games. Look at the Girls’ Team, boys.
They practice twice a week, and every
])layer can be relied on to come. The
girls don't have to be urged.

A geology pupil asserts that men, dogs
and cats are amphibious.

Exchange Notes*

The Jabberwock is one of our best ex-
changes. PJverything in it seems to be
well planned and the articles and stories
are well written. The column entitled
“Jabberer” is especially good.

Societies in the Malden High School
seem to be flourishing. We have two ex-
changes from them, The Asonian and The
Oracle.

Teacher — “James, if I should give you
two rabbits and a friend gave you one,
how many would you have ? ”

James — “ I would have four rabbits.”

T. — “ But two and one do not make
four.”

J. — “I know, sir, but I’ve got one at
home.”

From Ciesar — “In another part of tlte
river he left (). i^edius with six coal hods.”

Went to college.

Joined the eleven,

Played one game.

Went to heaven.

The December number of the Roxbury
Latin School Tripod consists chiefly of an
article on health food and an athletic col-
umn. The Tripod generally has some
very good stories. Where are they ?

Doctor (just arrived) — “ What on earth
are you holding his nose for ? ”

Pat (kneeling beside the victim) —
“ Sure, sir, so the breath can’t leave his
body.”

Lady (giving the gardener a diminutive
nip of whiskey) — “Pat, this whiskey is
thirty years old.”

Pat — “ Bega)rra, thin, it’s mighty small
for its age.

“ This ancient umbrella belonged to my
grandfather.”

“All! One of the shades of your an-
cestors.”

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